A composition for traveling with parents

Time is like a broken alarm clock, running wildly, which makes people marvel at how fast time has passed. Summer vacation comes one after another in the heat wave.

My parents and I came to Qiyun Mountain. On the way up the mountain, I rushed ahead like a jubilant bird, running fast, leaving my parents far behind. "hey! Baby! " I suddenly froze and looked back at my mother, some helpless in the name of "baby". Mom is really, I'm so old and still call me baby ...

"Come and take two pictures of your father and me" She waved to me. I reached out to pick up the camera, but I dropped a photo from the bag my mother handed me, and it floated lightly to the ground. How long ago was this photo? I am a real "baby" in the photo, with a childish face, one hand proudly raised and the other hand resting on the railing about my height. This is a photo when I was 5 years old when I traveled to Beijing with my parents and climbed the Great Wall. My thoughts once drifted back to the past. When I was not busy with my studies, my parents always took time to take me to travel around. Whenever I came back from my trip, my parents always rushed to the photo studio to develop the photos, and almost every thick stack of photos had my bright smile. But now, the task of studying is so heavy that I almost forget the joy of traveling with my parents. Oh, my god I left them behind a lot and ran away by myself!

I felt guilty. I quickly picked up the photos, put my bag back and picked up the camera. "come on! Smile! One, two, three, eggplant! " I smiled at my parents and said. The parents in the "click" photo snuggled up and smiled brightly. Along the way, I seemed to realize something important. No one rushed far away, but slowed down, rolled up my parents' arms, chatted with them and took two photos for them. "Baby, let me see how it went." My mother took the camera in my hand and looked at the photos. I suddenly feel that the name "baby" is so cute, intimate and warm. It turns out that I will always be just a child in my parents' hearts. Time flies, it's getting late, it's changing, and traveling has become a thing of yesterday.

The end of time brushed the brow of the years, and I have learned to run since I once babbled. On the road of life, my parents have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking back, my parents are not as young as they used to be, but they still look at me with a smile. I don't blame me for skipping away with a smile, and I don't care about my neglect. I can stop and go back to my parents resolutely. I am just a child loved by my parents. Parents, although I have grown up, I am still with you.